One of the rocks of my life died yesterday.

He wasn’t someone I saw frequently, or spent a lot of time with recent years.  He was someone I always knew would be there if I needed him.  He helped me work through my creative ideas.  He was always enthusiastic, encouraging, and supportive.  When we did see each other it was like no time had past.  He was a big warm hug.  I wanted to say all these things to him, because I knew he wouldn’t be around forever.  I was going to call him tomorrow.  It was on my list of things to do, but I found out tonight that he had died.